I have to tell about something that happened even though it was like 17/18 years ago.
One day I was exposed to a mold, and in the evening was having a hard time breathing. At the time, I knew I had allergies to mold, dust and cats, but I’d never had trouble breathing from it. This was a mold cloud that was so thick I saw it rise up and drift off in a blob, it was green. I told my husband and he said I should smoke some pot to fix it. At bedtime, he fell asleep and my son fell asleep, but I kept waking up gasping for breath. I got out of bed and tried boiling water and breathing the steam, which didn’t help fix the problem. I was getting desperate but I guess afraid to wake him. I laid down on the bedroom floor and was breathing air from the fan, which again didn’t fix anything. In the morning, I was still on the ground struggling for breath. He got up for work and when walking through the bedroom saw me there, I think his foot had hit me, he said WHAT the F are you doing? Seemed very annoyed, angry. I told him I’d been having trouble breathing all night and didn’t sleep, that I was getting worse and was exhausted. He started getting ready for work. I asked him if he could stay home because I didn’t know how I was going to take care of toddler. He said no because he had to pick up a friend for work, he had gotten the friend a job and the friend didn’t have a car and it was his first day. I was wheezing Im sure and obviously unwell. I literally got on my knees and begged him to stay home to help me. He called me pathetic. I didn’t have a car and we lived far out from town. I asked him what was I going to do do? He said call your mom. I said she has to work too, she’d have to cancel her classes, and lives 45 minutes away! He didn’t care. He walked to the car. I crawled after him and said “I will never forgive you for this!” He left.

I was getting worse. Dizzy. Crawling around. I called my mom, could barely speak. Waited all the time for her to arrive. She got my son ready and I hobbled to her car I guess, it’s a blur. I was wheezing and feeling very desperate. By the time I made it to the car I was vomiting. I felt a bit better after vomiting. It was a 20 minute drive to my doctor and I thought we’d never make it. The nurse and doctors face when they saw my condition made me realize how dire of a situation I was in. They gave me inhalers and nebulizer treatment. Then sent me to the pharmacy for medications and inhalers which I used for weeks until it cleared.

I called my husband from the pharmacy to tell him that I went to the dr and needed a bunch of treatment and that it was serious. His reaction wasn’t enough for me to remember.

He denied for years that it happened. Later said he didn’t remember it. Eventually I told him I didn’t know how I could go on with him since he refused to apologize or acknowledge how he treated me that day. I told him he left me to die. He eventually apologized four years later saying he didn’t realize it was serious at the time.